Call and Response

At 4:00 a.m. in the pre-dawn morning

the owls sing their songs

like a call and response in their oak forest cathedral.

A tiny bat speeds across the sky in front of

my bedroom window.

The cat sits on the window sill

watching beside me.

In a few hours

I’ll be at the museum,

sort of my own cathedral.

Yet, the woods are also mine.

A place of others.

The creatures of the night.

Those who do not create beauty,

but are beauty.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

Burning Question #38: Rule Breakers

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What fresh Hell is this? NOOOOOOOOOOO.

Saturday is here – Time For Burning Question #38.

This whole Burning Question thing came out of an afternoon with sports playing on the Tee Vee and somebody asking “Is a hotdog a sandwich?” I say NO. A lot of people said yes (really?) Then I decided, against my better judgement, to have 50 BURNING QUESTIONS. SO here we go on #38.

  • Some people are rule followers.
  • Some people don’t follow the rules.
  • Some people are in prison. Some aren’t.
  • The laws of nature seem pretty solid unless…certain events change them, but maybe not.
  • Philosophy is confusing.
  • Physics is confusing.
  • Motion and momentum are connected.
  • Do you follow the exact rules when you play Monopoly. If you answer YES you’re a LIAR. Nobody follows the rules exactly.

But, but, but… some rules can’t be broken. Ever. Never.

Or is there an exception? Or is it just laws that are meant to be broken?

Of course we all know that hearts can be, and will be broken. Is that a rule? Feel free to discuss it below.

Burning Question #38: Is there an exception to every rule?

Read this carefully. Is there an exception to EVERY rule? Not just some but EVERY rule.

 

I posted this for no reason. I just thought it was stupid and funny. This blog has no rules therefore there are no rules to be broken.

I have nothing else to say on this matter. Did it make your head spin? Discuss this below. Or discuss whatever you want. Do you have your Christmas lights up yet? Do you have a dog? Do you make biscuits from scratch or from a can? Are you wondering what Vlad the Vampire King doing for the holidays? Let me know. Share. Please.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Summer Blooms

I garden. Daylilies. No it isn’t ironic. It just is what it is. I also grow roses and a lot of other blooming delights too. Cold heart, green thumb (bet you didn’t know that about Vampires.)

From my yard. Enjoy.

 

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Thank you Cee for the wonderful photo prompt. I can’t wait to see what others are growing!

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

Frogs, Love, and a Rain Swept Night

All night we’ve had thunder, lightning, rain, and hail. Hours later my back deck is still hail. In the creek and field behind my home the frogs are singing with loud clear voices, calling for romance. Pick me! Pick me! Oh let me prove that I am the amphibian of your dreams. Thousands of little frogs, so small that one could be comfortable sitting on a quarter, are belting out love songs as fierce as any Rock-n-Roll idol.

I love the frog music. I love the sound of the rain. I love the thunder and lightning.

In a land where drought is more of normal state of things, a week of storms is a wonderful and magical thing.

Frogs never worry about expressing their love. They aren’t shy like their human neighbors.

My husband sings in the shower. A happy feeling of love always fills my heart when I hear him doing that. He doesn’t know it. And we might be a bit cold blooded sometimes but we’re no frogs.

In 1868 my two older brothers (Max and Andy) were more or less out of the house. That left twelve year old Aaron, nine year old Val, and seven year old me.

We’d read the story of The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County by Mr. Mark Twain, and we’d decided to have our own frog jumping contest.

At the time the city of Sacramento was being torn up in order to raise the streets to protect us from future floods. The railroad was also tearing things up. We didn’t care. In the middle of the night we left our home in search of large frogs. I wore some of Val’s old pants so I wouldn’t have to bother with getting a skirt caught on anything.

Through the mud and dirt three vampire children headed towards the river as the sun set over the distant hills. We could see the light of boats as we took a dirt path down to the water. The passengers waved back at us as we jumped and shouted to get their attention.

Val found some pennies on the beach. I picked up a few clam shells and put them in my pocket. Aaron had forgotten about the frogs and was loudly reciting the battle speech from Richard III (yes, the one from William Shakespeare) as he stood on the edge of the water looking into the sky.

Then we heard the sound of applause and looked up to see a group of men at the top of the embankment cheering on Aaron.

My brother continued his grand speech after which he bowed, and the three of us ran off laughing into the night.

On the way home we looked into windows of businesses and homes, laughing the whole way. We saw cooks, and lovers, gamblers and quiet readers.

When our parents arrived home they found us clean and playing cards. We gave them angelic smiles.

Our mother smiled at us, showing a little bit of her lovely Vampire fangs. “Did you hear the frogs tonight?”

“Yes,” I said, “and tomorrow we’re going to catch our own frogs and have a race.”

“We’ll see about that,” said my mother with wink.

The three of us never did have a frog race, or a frog jumping contest, but we did catch plenty of frogs after that night.

A few years ago I took my own children out to the vernal pool near our house where the seasonal rains create a froggy paradise. It is a regular version of Frog Bachelorette. Or at least it amuses me to think so.

So once again the sun will come through the clouds, and the sounds of birds will replace that of frogs, and maybe even with our feathered friends love will also be in the air.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

 

 

 

California Squirrel

Hey – my squirrel is featured on a FAMOUS SQUIRREL BLOG. You can’t be a proper Vampire if you don’t appreciate your animal friends! Thanks Evil Squirrel.

Evil Squirrel's Nest

Greetings from NoCal! Greetings from NoCal!

You may have recalled I mentioned doing a little traveling this week, and I am indeed in slightly warmer Oklahoma this weekend where I experienced temps in the mid 60’s for the first time in over two months yesterday!  Of course, I’ll be driving home in the middle of a huge winter storm tomorrow, so that good fortune isn’t about to last.  Anyway, you may have also noticed I sqturday squirrel logoskipped out on my normal Tuesday and Friday posts as well.  Hey, something’s gotta give when you’re on vacation, right?  I promise to do better next week…

Well, I’m not about to forgo my weekly Saturday Squirrel, though I am going to turn the honor over to another of my wonderful blogging pals here on WordPress… the lovely Juliette from The Vampire Maman.  She sent me a couple pictures of the handsome fellow above sitting on her…

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